-- Enjoy your meal, -- the knight completed the necessary rituals of hospitality, deftly cut the cake into eight pieces with a single movement, and took her own. Waiting for the others to follow suit, she tries a spoonful. -- Mmmm, what is this? I didn't expect the icing to be so rich. -- She tries another spoonful. -- Is there alcohol in it? Alaria... I'm not kidding, this is the best dessert I've ever had, even including my childhood. Thank you very much.
— Oh, you're flattering me, — Alaria hadn't heard such warm words and praise even during her victory at the Rhemic face competition, — is it really? — the girl blushed slightly again, — I don't even know what to say... I just wanted to do something nice for my loyal comrades in the squad. I put my heart and soul into it, as they say! Although, is it ever any different with me? — she would probably be happy to hug her colleagues, who were showering her with praise, but doing so at the table and during a meal would be strange; the rules of etiquette once again restrained her emotional impulses, — In that case, I'll please you and say that this will not be the last time I cook something like this! Just... don't expect it too often, or I'll spoil you completely! And I also need to take care of your health, you know...